It's 63 degrees at nearly 6:00 P.M. (somewhere around time for dinner, right?). This morning when the boys went out to get the bus, they turned around, came back in the house, and drug out their hoodies from the back of the closet -- first wearing this year. Fall is in the air and the kids are outside playing football in the neighbor's back yard. The sounds of their yelling carry further and sharper in the clear, still autumn air. I cannot interrupt them for dinner or chores. These moments are too rare, too fleeting, dinner doesn't matter, the lawn can be mowed another day, or another year. How can I ever teach them to postpone pleasure for duty when I don't believe they should?
Sounds like "Parent Success" to me!
ReplyDeleteOh, come on, Melody, you know how lucky you are to get a second chance! You are more interested in their enjoyment of life and less involved in doing the dishes and getting on with your day. While we all miss what you've lost, you have so much to be thankful for in having a chance to enjoy these gents!!! Bless you and them. Just pat the dogs and have a glass of wine.
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@Jack -- you nailed it! I am so lucky to have this second chance! And I am filled with gratitude and awe for every moment I have with them.
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